Pregnancy

Mother’s Day has long been a tricky time of year for me. As it is for lots of people I think, because it’s infused with so much emotion. But the one hugely positive thing about mothers, and about celebrating them, is the sisterhood that exists once you become one. That shared bond that means you jump up to help anther mother on an aeroplane who’s struggling to carry her baby, her toddler and her baby bag. How you end up chatting to complete strangers in the checkout queue at the supermarket, about who’s having a special on nappies. The way you give another complete stranger a kind look as her 3-year-old has a tantrum in the shops because you’ve been there and you know it’s hard and lord knows she is not alone. Continue Reading…

I grew up around mental illness. I’ve lived in a house where visitors weren’t allowed because socialising was too hard. I’ve played along with hallucinations to get a relative to calm down (the worst one: worms coming out of the skin). I’ve hidden sharp objects and strong medication from self-harming, suicidal family members before. Continue Reading…

This giveaway is now closed and the winners were Adele Klusener and Lauren Henderson. Congrats!

I loved being pregnant. I was one of those weird women who never got morning sickness, glowed with good health and felt as strong as an ox during both pregnancies. Yip, pregnancy I was very “good” at. Newborn babies? Not so much. Continue Reading…